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She seems to think that she could have done something to stop it. There was only one thing she could have done, and she tried to. At 2:30 AM she called my cell phone, which was right next to my bed, but it didn't wake me up.
I keep trying to convince her to talk to some authorities, but she refuses. She says the three made a "vow of silence" not to say anything. Fucking bullshit. She also doesn't want me to hurt them, because it would break the "vow of bullshit"
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I think Pringles initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles is a laid back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut em up." -Mitch Hedberg, '68-'05
Bauer's the man.
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